Nostalgia // Radio
Who else remembers the magic of physically finding a radio station?
Hi friends. Another day, another poem.
Two inspirations
Amanda Kathrens Mayne Wellstead whose artwork series Wave Length merges two images into one. Please do yourself a favor and check out her work here.
A memory I had of a kitchen fire that my family experienced when I was a kid. Except… I don’t have much of a memory of the fire itself, but the early Spring evening surrounding it. Isn’t that the beauty (and utter despair) of being a kid? Not included in the “important” things, but so aware of it and all the other things regardless.
Those memories then mingled with the suggestion of a writing mentor who encouraged me to choose which thoughts to choose to give my attention… resulting in the piece below.
Nostalgia // Radio What if it were that easy? Tuning in to a different radio station, Messing with the mechanical dials in your dad's old red truck? Turning up the volume? My stories are there. The first rumble buzz of the lawn mowing. They deserve to be told. The grass clippings stuck between your toes. Stories want to be wanted. The gold shock of marigolds your mom just planted. Why else would they show up uninvited at my doorstep? The smell of sweat sweet on a neon tank top. Demanding children. The essence of innocence. Can you come out to play?
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